Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Visage,
Nico,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.